Lila Strebeck Wright: 2 books

One of those drunken dirty derelicts you saw sleeping under a bridge could have been my brother. Before you turn away and pretend he is invisible take a second if you will to look at him through my eyes. He was a golden child full of energy, hope, enthusiasm for life, filled with sunshine and laughter....

Len spent his formative years playing on the streets of Baltimore. Those streets were seldom paved and they teemed with horses, carriages, and manure. Sanitation was poor and medicine crude by todays standards. Orphans abounded and there were no laws to protect the innocent. Life was rarely just or...